Taming SSR And UR RANK Superwomen-Chapter 57 — Rewarding My Bitch for Her Obedience (R18)

Chapter 57: Chapter 57 — Rewarding My Bitch for Her Obedience (R18)

Two weeks had passed since the trip to the Abyss. Two weeks since the conversation with Angel, and since everything had started moving faster than Thomas had expected.

Now his life had a different rhythm. Thomas slowly opened his eyes and straightened up.

He was sitting on his bed, shirtless, his white hair slightly messy. He stretched his arms and let out a long yawn.

The apartment was quiet. Morning light barely filtered through the window. Thomas grabbed his phone from the nightstand.

Checking messages had become part of his daily routine. For the past two weeks, he had practically started every day the same way.

He looked at the screen and opened his transfers, bank notifications, and deposits. Thomas slid his finger across the screen while checking the amounts.

"One hundred twenty... fifteen... thirty..."

He sighed in satisfaction. Over the past two weeks, he had devoted himself almost entirely to one thing: making money.

He had been moving through different neighborhoods in the city, looking for low-rank women, specifically E- and F-rank.

They weren’t famous heroines or women with particularly remarkable lives, but they did have jobs: cashiers, waitresses, receptionists, sales clerks... and now they worked partially for him.

Thomas had domesticated fifteen women in total, all E- and F-rank. The agreement was simple: a fixed percentage of their weekly income.

The System turned it into an absolute order. A rule they couldn’t break. Every week, the money arrived in the same account.

No delays. No excuses. Thomas leaned back against the headboard while finishing checking the deposits.

’Two hundred dollars today...’

It wasn’t a fortune, but compared to his previous life it was a huge improvement—and it was only the beginning. He planned to expand this much further among his employed heroines.

Thomas set the phone aside. He had worked quite a bit to reach this point, and he had been careful. Very careful. From the beginning, he had decided something important: he wouldn’t ruin the lives of innocent people.

Every woman he domesticated was someone unpleasant: troublesome people, terrible bosses, women abusive toward their coworkers, or scammers. In general, people who treated others badly.

If he found someone kind, polite, or respectful, he simply moved on. He had no interest in making innocent people pay.

Thomas stretched his neck slightly and sighed.

’Two weeks...’

It had also been two weeks since he last saw Angel. After leaving the Abyss, she had said goodbye quickly. She said she would be very busy and also mentioned that her cards had been frozen.

The authorities still suspected many things related to the Abyss. For now she couldn’t help them financially, but she promised something: as soon as she cleared those suspicions, she would send them money.

Thomas looked at the ceiling.

’At this rate... maybe we won’t even need it anymore.’

At that moment, a small sleepy groan broke the silence.

"Mmm..."

An arm gently fell across his legs. Thomas turned his head. To his left, Ashley was sleeping deeply, naked beneath the white sheets. Her black hair was scattered across the pillow in a small dark mess.

Her breathing was calm. She looked completely relaxed. Thomas watched her for a few seconds. Ashley now came over to sleep at the apartment very often.

Much more often than he expected. She even got along quite well with his sister Iris. At first, Thomas had tried to refuse several times, but Ashley was... persistent. Very persistent.

Besides, she had a very clear problem: Ashley had an extremely high sex drive. Stopping her was almost impossible, so after a few days... Thomas simply stopped complaining.

Carefully, he took her arm and moved it off his legs. Ashley didn’t even wake up; she only murmured something in her sleep and shifted on the bed again.

Thomas got up.

’Time to start the day.’

He went straight to the bathroom, and minutes later the sound of the shower filled the apartment.

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Thomas was in the kitchen preparing something simple for breakfast. While he cooked, his System interface floated in front of him. The blue windows faintly illuminated the kitchen.

Thomas watched them while flipping the eggs in the pan. In truth, he hadn’t spoken much with his heroines since the trip to the Abyss. He had given them days off.

Each of them had their own lives and their own matters to deal with. Besides, during these weeks he hadn’t needed their help to domesticate E- or F-rank women. It wasn’t necessary to bring them along.

The System allowed him to see their gifts. To know whether they were worth it or if they were dangerous, and act accordingly. This way, he didn’t put himself in danger.

Thomas turned off the stove, served his breakfast, and after eating he got ready to go out. He walked into the building hallway, empty as usual, though filled with noise through the walls.

Thomas headed to Elvira’s door since she lived one floor below. During these weeks he had also assigned her a specific task: investigating Inori Himiko’s daily life.

Enough time had passed. The initial excitement had already settled. Now he could think with a cool head, but one thing was certain: he had no intention of abandoning his search for heroines.

Thomas knocked on the door and, a few seconds later, it opened. Elvira appeared on the other side with her messy black hair, glasses freshly placed over her blue eyes, and clearly having just woken up.

She wore a loose sleeveless blouse; the neckline revealed much of her chest, almost as if her breasts were shining. When she saw Thomas, her expression twisted into a look of annoyance.

Thomas smiled slightly.

"Hello, bitch," he said, pointing inside. "Let me in."

Elvira frowned but stepped aside. Thomas entered the apartment. She locked the door behind him while scratching her hair with obvious irritation.

Thomas walked to the sofa and sat down comfortably. Elvira sighed. Then she walked toward him with a routine both of them already knew.

She removed her blouse and then the rest of her clothes without saying anything. Her vagina no longer had hair since Thomas had ordered her to keep it completely shaved every day.

Finally, she knelt in front of him at the foot of the sofa. She straightened her back so her enormous breasts were fully visible. She adjusted her glasses. Her expression still showed irritation.

"The investigation is the same," she said dryly. "Inori keeps the same life pattern."

Thomas rested his arm on the back of the sofa.

"Did you find any moment when she’s alone?"

Elvira nodded.

"Yes," she said, adjusting her glasses slightly. "Saturdays."

"Saturdays?"

"Her friend goes out every Saturday afternoon to her boyfriend’s house and doesn’t come back until Sunday night."

Thomas thought for a moment. That was practically an entire day when Inori was alone. Elvira still had her brows furrowed, but she didn’t even seem to have the energy to argue anymore.

Thomas tilted his head slightly.

"Any other observations, bitch?"

Elvira replied without emotion.

"No. That’s the most important part. Inori doesn’t live a very extravagant life."

Thomas nodded, then smiled faintly.

"You’re a good bitch. You did a good job."

Elvira frowned more deeply, cleared her throat, and leaned forward. She positioned herself on all fours in front of him. Her cheeks turned red and, although her expression was still full of anger, she stuck out her tongue.

"Woof... woof..."

Thomas slowly placed his right foot on Elvira’s head and looked down at her calmly.

"Good obedient bitch. I think you deserve a reward for your excellent work."

Elvira stared at him with fury behind her glasses, but she didn’t move. She kept her tongue out, imitating a dog. Thomas leaned toward her to reward her. He would make her go through a slow moment of humiliation.

Thomas kept his foot calmly resting on the back of Elvira’s neck. He wasn’t pressing hard. There was no need.

The simple weight, the position, the humiliation of being like that—on all fours, naked, tongue out, glasses crooked—already did all the work.

"You know...," he said quietly, almost thoughtfully. "For a long time, I thought you were untouchable."

The great Elvira. The one who humiliated anyone who stood in front of her. The one who made her tenants cry with just a look. The one who enjoyed watching weaker people twist under pressure.

He lowered his foot a little more, forcing her to tilt her head until her forehead almost touched the floor.

"And look at you now."

Elvira breathed heavily through her nose. Her fingers dug into the carpet. Thomas slowly removed his foot.

"Turn around. On your back and legs open."

She hesitated for a second. Then she obeyed. She turned clumsily and ended up lying on her back in front of the sofa. Her legs opened enough for him to see her perfectly clean vagina.

There were no clothes hiding anything. Just skin, hair trimmed with surgical precision, and the faint sheen of moisture that had already begun to betray her despite the hatred on her face.

Thomas leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. He observed her like someone studying an object.

"I’m not going to fuck you today, bitch."

Elvira blinked. Surprise crossed her face before she could hide it.

"Today isn’t about me," he continued. "Today is about you. About reminding you exactly who you were and who you are now."

"Y-you bastard...," Elvira muttered, grinding her teeth.

He stood up calmly. He walked around her, making a slow circle like a predator that already knew the prey wasn’t going anywhere. He stopped near her head.

"Hands behind your neck. Don’t move them."

Elvira obeyed. Her arms rose and her fingers interlocked at the base of her skull. The posture arched her back and pushed her breasts upward. Vulnerable and exposed.

Thomas crouched beside her. He took one of her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. He didn’t caress it; he squeezed hard. Elvira let out a short, sharp gasp. Her thighs tensed.

"Every time you made someone feel like trash...," he said while slowly twisting it, "this is what they felt."

He squeezed harder. Elvira’s body arched involuntarily. A moan slipped through her teeth. Thomas let go. The nipple was red and swollen. He moved to the other one, repeating the same procedure. Slower this time.

"Remember it," he whispered, "every time you think about making someone cry in that building... I want you to feel this."

He squeezed until she let out a small muffled cry. Then he released it. He stood up again and walked until he was between her open legs. He squatted down, resting one hand on each of her inner thighs, very close to her vagina but without touching it.

"Open wider."

Elvira was breathing heavily. Her glasses had slid almost to the tip of her nose. With trembling hands, she brought her fingers to her own vaginal lips and spread them apart. She was completely exposed and wet, her swollen clit visible.

Thomas simply looked. He didn’t touch. He didn’t move closer. He just watched for long seconds. The silence was heavy. The only sound was her uneven breathing.

"You know what the funniest part is?" he finally said calmly. "You’re soaked. And I haven’t even touched you there."

Elvira shut her eyes tightly. A tear of pure humiliation slid down her temple. Thomas smiled faintly.

"This is what you used to do, right? Leave people exposed, vulnerable, embarrassed, and then pretend nothing was happening."

He leaned in slightly. His face was only a few centimeters from her open vagina. Elvira trembled, watching him with shy nervousness.

"I could lick you right now," he murmured. "I could make you come in less than two minutes, but I’m not going to."

He straightened. "Because you don’t deserve it."

He stood up completely. He walked back to the sofa and sat down with his legs open.

"Come here," he ordered.

Elvira slowly sat up. Her legs trembled. She crawled forward until she was kneeling between his legs. Thomas looked down at her.

"Mouth open. Tongue out. And don’t you dare touch me with your hands."

She obeyed. Thomas calmly pulled down his zipper. He took out his cock, already half hard just from the scene, but he wasn’t in a hurry. He rested it on Elvira’s tongue but didn’t push.

He simply left it there. Heavy. Warm.

"Stay like that."

Elvira kept her mouth open, her tongue flat, holding his weight without daring to close it. Thomas took his phone from his pocket, opened the camera, and pointed it downward.

"Smile for the photo, bitch."

Elvira shut her eyes tightly, but she didn’t move. The photo was taken. The sound of the digital shutter broke the silence. Thomas put the phone away.

"Good bitch."

He pulled his cock away from her tongue. He zipped up and stood.

"You can close your mouth now."

Elvira did. She swallowed with difficulty, her eyes glossy. Thomas walked toward the exit while speaking.

"Keep investigating Inori. I want to know everything she does next Saturday. Every movement. Every hour," before opening the door he turned one last time. "And the next time you behave... maybe I’ll let you come."

He opened the door and left the apartment, the click of it closing echoing behind him. Elvira stayed there, on her knees, naked, her face burning and her body trembling from a mixture of rage, shame, and something much darker she didn’t want to name.

In the hallway, Thomas slipped his hands into his pockets. He smiled to himself. A thought crossed his mind:

’Two weeks ago, I would never have imagined this would feel so... natural.’

The sound of Elvira’s door opening came from behind him, followed by her voice.

"Wait!"

Thomas stopped. He turned slightly toward her, seeing her completely naked, cheeks burning and breathing heavily. He remained silent, waiting. Elvira, with a mix of shyness and pride, lowered her head as she got on all fours on the dirty gray concrete.

"P-please... come back... f-finish what you started...," she asked, her glasses clumsily sliding down her nose.

It took Thomas a second to react before he burst out laughing. A loud laugh, full of satisfaction. Elvira felt humiliated by his reaction, but she still wanted to insist. She wanted to ask and demand...

"I-I’m not satisfied with your reward... f-finish."

Thomas walked toward her. He crouched down and grabbed her cheek. Elvira met his eyes, completely vulnerable and surrendered. She was ashamed of how excited she felt because of him, but deep inside her body she loved her role as a bitch.

However...

Thomas murmured to her, staring directly into her eyes with a smile:

"I’m not going to do anything else to you. Seeing you humiliated like this is already more than enough for me. Keep begging for my attention, bitch."

With that, he headed toward the upper floor. Elvira was once again left alone and naked. She clenched her teeth and fists, feeling so much shame that her face burned. She couldn’t tolerate the rejection.

Furious, she returned to her apartment and slammed the door.